Lucivar took a step back from the mess on the wall and looked around the room, clenching and unclenching his jaws. There was a battle both inside and outside of the manse, but he needed to focus on one thing at a time and calm himself down. He couldn't let his emotions get the better of him, not at a time like this when chaos could easily overtake everything that he'd helped build; taking in a breath and letting it out slowly, he walked over to the Queen's corpse and knelt down beside it. The poor woman, all she ever wanted was this place to become better than it was, she fought for this despite her age, struggled to do right by her people and her responsibilities and the way her closest allies repaid her would be in treason and chaos.
It angered him. He couldn't let her dream die in flames even when his instincts were telling him to take flight and escape somewhere safer. She took him in, this young Queen, when he had no memories, no idea who he was and gave him a home. He vowed to protect her and now she lay dead before him. He wasn't going to let her lands fall to ruin as well.
Gritting his teeth, he walked out of the Queen's rooms and made his way to his own, distinctly aware that the battle was getting precariously closer to their floor."Andressa!"
He called out.
Andressa stepped out of a room, looking pristine despite all the chaos, her eyes widening almost instantly with shock. "Y-you're covered blood!""It's not mine,"
he said as he pulled out a handkerchief from his coat and wiped the blood off his hands. "Call the Queen's Court for an emergency meeting. Immediately. I'll clear the manse from whoever these bastards are. And do be careful, Andressa. Tell no one except the Court of this."
"Naturally," she said. "Now off with you, go clear the place so I can do my duty."
Lucivar took off his coat, then ripped off his shirt and threw it to a nearby chair and grabbed his sword hanging from the wall. He then left the rooms, crafting a shield around himself as he twirled the sword, rage and fire in his eyes as the Ebon-Grey jewel inlaid on the golden torc on his upper left arm glowed.
Reaching the stairs, he made his way down, eventually reaching the guards' loosing battle. He then quickly joined in the throng, his weapon swinging almost instinctively, as though his muscles knew exactly what to do, his arm and body going through the motions before he even thought about them. And just like that, he was flowing through bodies, screams were filling the air as those his sword cut through fell and blood sprayed into the air and fanned the walls. Outstretching his arm, he sent a wave of Craft crashing against the invaders in an attempt to fling them back down the stairs, then he crafted a wall to crush them as he rushed past, his wings flaring.The attacking Court members of Lady Sonya and her allies were flung back as Lucivar entered the battle. There were startled shouts from several Hyallian's who were also in the fight, for they had not been expecting an Eyrien. The warrior race of Terreille. "Darkness take it! When did a Eyrien get here?" "Is he one from that rogue camp?" It was impossible to make out who was speaking in the sea of bodies and press of people. Behind the Ebon-Grey Warlord Prince, the guards of Greyhaven rallied. Their wounded being pulled away, as Kayner stalked towards the Consort. The First Circle member of the late Queen Karlianne's Court looked lost and broken inside. He had cared deeply for their small queen and the sword hand that was stained red despite his Purple-Dusk jewel. A gash on his cheek bleed sluggishly as he blocked a sword that was threatening to come down on Lucivar. "The Queen is dead, is she not?" The words were soft and only they two would hear in in the din of battle and survive. His voice echoed with rough tears. "The Hyallians did not expect you. They shout alarm of the Eyrien rogues and watch the skies."Even as he said it Lucivar would sense a powerful dark current wash across one of his opponents. The man's eyes white with terror as he gripped his throat. Not from choking, but in a effort to scream at some horror. A powerful latice of spellwork had been wrought over the Hyallian who had come from the kitchen. The bodies of servants who did not raise a weapon behind him. The Eyrien would hear a whispered male voice croon on some fell breeze. "I did warn you about the wanton killing, did I not?" The man's face was turning dark purple as blood seeped from his nose and eyes. "I don't really care for those who press me, and I knew you would one day." Kayne paled as the Hyallian who had been seeping blood exploded in a surge of power. Those fighters about the fallen Hyallian paused in horror at what they had witnessed and more than one person backed away from Lucivar with green or pale faces.
"Unfortunately," he responded, in low tones. "Leave these to me, Keynar. Help Andressa assemble the Court for an emergency meeting. I shall be with you all shortly."
Drawing on the Craft, he conjured a squad consisting of six Eyrians about his size, moderately armoured and hefting tall lances as they swooped down from the upper floors, howling and screeching in rage and blood lust. Taking flight, He swooped down, his sword's edge sharpened by the Craft as he ran through and swung into the masses, taking advantage of their momentary fright from the sudden exploding Hyllian.The charge of the illusion Eyriens are effect and many of the soldiers of the enemies- and a few allies- hit the deck or move to engage them. Being cut down by their foes for their folly. From outside comes the smell of smoke and whiff of death. A city suffering an uprising in true. Those that do run from the Eyrien warriors find themselves quickly cut down or outside for better or ill. With more room to work with the interior belongs to those loyal to the late Queen though the malcontents outside seem to disagree. Their numbers growing as they strive to break in.